Monday, 18 March 2019

After overhearing two crooked Chicago cops plotting against her, Avery Pierce goes on the run, not knowing who she can trust. When her low finances force her to take a job as a sex phone operator, she struggles with her inexperience. When a caller senses her desperation and inexperience and offers assistance, she’s tempted to agree.

As soon as Sheriff Grayson Monroe meets the new waitress at his favorite diner, something about her strikes a familiar chord. When he sees her enter The Barn, his BDSM club, the desire to get to the bottom of her evasive eyes and answers to his probing questions takes hold. He’s determined to find out who she really is and what is troubling her.

After an icy mishap, Master Grayson has finally run out of patience. One way or another, Avery will tell him the truth. But is it too late? Has danger already found her? Can Grayson come to her rescue or will she lose everything she has just gained?

Publisher’s Note: This is book two in the Cowboy Doms series but can be read as a standalone. This contemporary western romance is intended for adults only and contains elements of power exchange, adult language, sensual scenes, danger, mystery and suspense. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

She fell for his voice and then his strict control, but would she learn to trust him before it was too late?

EXCERPT

One minute Avery was conversing softly with Master Grayson, enjoying the steady beat of his heart beneath her ear, the corded strength of his arm around her waist and his calloused palm trailing up her leg, and the next found her looking down at the wood floor, his hard thigh muscles contracting under her fluttering abdomen. Her thick, unruly hair fell over her face, a curtain blocking out everything except the few inches in front of her.

His explanation of the side of him she’d just witnessed had worked to soothe her worries but didn’t prepare her for the heat rushing through her veins as he exposed her thighs and panty-covered butt. A wave of uncomfortable self-awareness sent goosebumps racing across her skin, her breath stalling as her heart skipped a beat waiting for the unknown. Instead of the sharp crack of his hand landing on her vulnerable backside, as she’d expected, her breath exhaled on a whoosh when he explored her buttocks with casual caresses interspersed with tight squeezes.

“Sir?” Avery’s voice quivered with the surprise and uncertainty his light touch produced. She’d expected pain, not the pleasure sweeping through her, never imagining her butt could be such an erogenous zone.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, sugar?”

Grayson squeezed her right cheek, this time a tad harder than before. The discomfort ignited another startling burst of heat that spread to include her pussy. “And a little uncomfortable?” He soothed the throbbing flesh with another caress.

“Yes. But…” Avery struggled to lift her shoulders and turn her head, but he pressed harder on her back, keeping her pinned in place. She wasn’t sure if the blood rushing to her face was because of her dangling position or the surprising thrill his control stirred up.

“Just because it’s new or unexpected doesn’t make it wrong or unacceptable.” He swatted her left cheek, the sudden sting wringing a cry from her throat, the instant warmth drawing a shiver down her spine. “Some women get off on a touch of pain.” The next smack heated and stung her right buttock, leaving behind dual sensations of soft, pulsing flesh. “Even a few on much harsher torment.”

Avery damn near flew off his lap as Master Grayson cupped his hand between her legs and pressed up against her damp flesh. Smugness laced his voice as he said, “You’re wet, which proves you like that small agony. Let’s see how much you can take, shall we?” Nerves skittered under her skin, but embarrassment and curiosity kept her quiet until he demanded a verbal reply in a dark, displeased tone that unnerved her further. “Red or green, Avery. Answer me now.”

She felt his fingers at the waistband of her panties and pictured the way her bared butt would face the open side of the nook and the possibility of others seeing, watching. Her sheath clenched at the image in her head and aching need overruled insecurities and mortification with little thought. “Green, Sir.”

“Excellent.”

Her evasiveness stirred his protective curiosity as much as the blatant need in her eyes tugged at his sexual dominance.

AUTHOR BIO:

I live in the Midwest with my husband and our dog, a lovable Great Pyrenees/Standard Poodle. I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles. We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now prefer being a homebody. I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking. My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch of suspense. My favorite genre to read is suspense.

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“Go into the tack room and undress. Once you’re naked, stand in the corner with your nose against the wall.”

What? Why would I do anything so senseless and demeaning? “Have you run mad? I’m not undressing for you anywhere, least of all where anyone can walk in.”

He looked like an ice demon out for vengeance. His intensity made her quake inside.

Clearly furious, he turned toward her. “Last night, I promised you I’d blister your behind if you didn’t mend your ways. Do as you’re told or your punishment will be ten times worse.”

She looked toward the stable entrance and considered bolting. Whatever Rothbury had planned, it would make her behind sore. Only, his gaze held a promise of something sensual and wicked.

She walked into the tack room like a temptress teasing her lover. Head high despite her fears, she slid her arms out of her woolen gown. Kicking off her shoes, she pulled her coarse linen chemise over her head. Vulnerable but excited, she stood naked in a public stable.

The thought of strangers walking in on her and Rothbury felt wicked but titillating. Her gaze shot between the rear corner and the door, but she’d made her choice when she stripped off her clothes. Slow and reluctant, she moved into the corner and stood with her nose against the wall.

She shivered with anticipation. Her pussy grew damp with need. Where is he? And what will he do? How long will he leave me standing here like this? The tack room door closed with a bang, but she stayed with her nose to the wall and waited.

She heard Rothbury moving behind her, but he didn’t speak. Finally, he moved so close that he pressed her bare body against the wooden wall. Something, maybe his cravat, covered her eyes and the world went dark. Shivers of anticipation ran through her body.

He penned her in the corner and pulled the pins from her hair. Turning her, he bound her wrists before her in what felt like a length of leather leading rein. After checking it wasn’t too tight, he put one arm around her waist and walked her to the center of the room.

Pulling her arms overhead, he fastened the leather strap around her wrists over a hook in the ceiling. Stretched out for his pleasure, she couldn’t move. Arms bound overhead, blindfolded, and naked, her excitement mounted as she wondered what he’d do next.

He stood behind her and lifted her hair. One kiss on the back of her neck had her ready and eager. He kissed her again then a growl rumbled around his chest. “I’m going to punish you like no one’s ever punished you before. Your body belongs to me until I release you. I will stroke and caress your nipples until you beg for release. I will tease and torment your sweet cunt until you scream with need. Your body will drip with liquid desires, but I won’t let you come until I’m ready. Even then, you will have to beg.”

Blurb

While he is no stranger to pleasurable company from ladies of the night, Major Richard Rothbury of the royal dragoons is not the kind of man who will stand idly by as a woman is taken against her will, and when he witnesses a disreputable cad attempting to force himself on a girl in a back alley, he does not hesitate to intervene.

But after the grateful young woman offers herself to Rothbury, he is shocked to discover that not only was she no harlot, she was a maiden and he has deflowered her. Furious at the girl’s scandalous behavior and her carelessness with her own safety, Rothbury chastises her soundly.

Though she is due to inherit one of the largest fortunes in England, the fact that she cannot touch the money until she marries or turns thirty has kept Elizabeth completely at the mercy of her cruel uncle, and for years she has been treated as if she were a servant. Her encounter with Lord Rothbury is by far the most exciting thing that has ever happened to her, but while he shows great concern for her safety, he refuses to believe that she is anything more than a serving girl.

Despite having made it clear that he doesn’t consider a match between them to be possible, when Elizabeth disobeys him Rothbury proves more than ready to strip her bare, punish her harshly, and then enjoy her beautiful body in the most shameful of ways. But can she dare to hope that he will one day make her his wife, or is she destined to spend her life being wickedly used?

Publishers Blurb

As a
breeder--one of the few fertile women left in a ruined, plague-ravaged
world--Cassie would fetch a handsome price at auction, and selling her to the
highest bidder was exactly what her captors had in mind... until two fearsome
beasts decided to take her for themselves.

Eli and Dane have chosen Cassie for their mate,
and when she makes a foolish attempt at escape she quickly ends up tearfully
promising obedience as her bare bottom is soundly and shamefully punished. Her
body's response to their stern dominance cannot be denied, however, and it
isn't long before she is screaming out her intense, helpless pleasure as she is
roughly and thoroughly claimed. But will Eli and Dane's pack accept a human
girl or will Cassie be an outsider forever?

Publisher's Note:Taken as Theirs includes spankings
and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

Excerpt

Goosebumps covered Cassie’s
flesh. Tingles raced between her legs, tiny electric sparks that warmed her
blood. One kind word and her good intentions would crumble—just like her
sisters’ chance of freedom if she told this drop-dead gorgeous pair about them.

What with the vampire
auction and that nightmare descent of the cliff, she couldn’t take much more.
Cassie had been a fool to think she could escape. Completely drained, she was
at the werewolves’ mercy

Her imagination worked
overtime. Wolves were pack animals. Suppose they decided to share her around
the crew? The vampires certainly would have, and she didn’t expect werewolves
to behave any better.

She cowered when Eli
pulled a knife, but he sawed through the wet rope binding her to his brother.
Her legs folded, and only Dane’s strong grip kept her upright. Sheaving his
knife, Eli swept her into his arms.

He gave her his best
Pepsodent-white smile. “Foolish little princess, so eager to return to the
vampires who will abuse you. You’re safe here, despite the unconventional start
to our friendship.”

Like a half-drowned
kitten, she dripped water onto his trousers. He smelled of summer breezes and
crops ripening in the fields. So cold her teeth had stopped chattering, she let
go of her fears and let Eli take charge. Heat flowed from his chest to hers,
but it wasn’t enough. She felt like an ice cube lost at the back of a freezer.

He carried her through
a narrow galley, and into the captain’s cabin. She’d expected twin bunks and a
tiny space. Instead, this room reminded her of Nelson’s cabin on the HMS
Victory. The back wall consisted of window panes, giving her a view of the
distant cliffs. The view fascinated and delighted her but the cabin’s
four-poster bed terrified her. It covered more than half the room and had
enough room for three if not four.

Dane pulled towels from
a trunk then tossed her one of his brother’s jumpers. “Get dry, princess then
get into bed and warm up. We’re going to lock you in while we get underway in
earnest, but we’ll be back with hot stew and a hot coffee soon.”

After living on half
rations for a week, her mouth watered at the thought of a decent meal. That
these dominant werewolves cared for her welfare stunned her. Then they offered
her a coffee. Utter luxury.

Emotions set in, and
tears filled her eyes. She broke into a cold sweat that turned her forehead
clammy. She’d never felt so weary in her life—not even when she’d swum
marathons.

The intensity in his
gaze felt like a shot of energy for her soul. It made her feel hot and tingly
inside. She craved his touch, and maybe his kiss. A fresh set of shivers beset
her. This time, they were more about her forbidden attraction for the
werewolves than the cold.

Sunday, 3 March 2019

Jade never wanted a mate. She loved being an assassin and she had a family in her fellow assassins, their mates, and little Silas. She truly had everything she needed. But when Ghost assigned her to track the same immortals who tried to kill Xander’s family, she couldn’t refuse.

But the complication arises when Ghost requests she partner with Noah, a human and ex-special forces soldier. Jade has never worked with a human before, much less one that hated her from the moment he laid eyes on her. But she was a professional and if she could play a part in destroying the immortals who threatened her family, she could accept the human. If only she knew how to fight her attraction to him.

All Noah Hale wanted was to kill the immortals who lured his best friend and fellow ex-Navy SEAL to his death. He had no desire to be teamed with a beautiful tracker who mesmerized him the moment she turned her emerald eyes his way. But in order to stop other soldiers from pursuing the same fate, he needed to swallow his pride and work with a group of immortals he didn’t trust.

As Jade and Noah track the group of shifters through the mountains of Colorado, the danger lurking around every corner threatens everything they both hold close. Will they be able to find a way through, together?

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Excerpt

Jade caught a scent of a human as she entered the fourteen-story building in downtown Snowfall. It wasn’t just any human scent, but something that made all of her instincts flare. She knew that she’d never caught this particular scent before, but something told her that this human might be important to her. She tried to brush it off as quickly as the thought came, but she couldn’t find it coincidental she smelled it in the same steel building owned by Ghost and housed the headquarters of Dark Company.

As she dismissed the fleeting thought of searching for the scent, her heart thumped once, hard, in her chest at the thought of not finding its owner. She forced herself to walk toward the elevator bank, ignoring the unwanted perusals she received from the men in the lobby. Even in an unassuming hoodie and black yoga pants, she drew unwanted attention. A side effect of being an immortal.

The elevator opened as soon as she pressed the up-button and she kept her gaze down as she walked into the elevator. She entered the code to get to Ghost’s private floor, her movements too quick to be caught by the human eye, before she squeezed into the corner. Jade used her other senses as three men in suits and two women entered the enclosed space with her. There was no need to glance at the glass interior that covered the back wall to see what she looked like.

She sensed eyes on her. Instead of searching out the gaze, she whipped her long, straight dyed black hair into a bun on the back of her head with quick movements before sneaking her hands into the front pockets of her hoodie.

Jade waited patiently as the car traveled toward the penthouse, her ultimate destination, but she couldn’t help but try to find the intriguing scent from earlier.

After my meeting.

All she knew was he hadn’t used the particular elevator she was in and the higher the lift took her in the building, the more his scent dissipated.

In her entire existence, or what she remembered of it, she’d never been attracted to…anyone. She’d never felt the pull to find someone either. But lately, she’d felt increasingly restless whenever she had any downtime and her skin tingled in a way that had nothing to do with signaling immediate danger. It was as though her body tried to convey something she didn’t understand.

Her thoughts were interrupted when a man who had gotten into the elevator with her on the first floor stepped into her personal space.

“Hey, beautiful?”

Jade rolled her eyes and raised her head to glare at the man. Of course, he wouldn’t take the hint that she wanted to be left alone. To emphasize the point, she crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, moving away from his intrusion.

The man decided to take this as an invitation and moved to wrap his arm around her waist. The move gave her a clear shot to his ribs and she took it, gently moving her elbow back and making contact. She flinched when she heard a distinctive crack, realizing she hadn’t been careful enough. Before she could apologize, the elevator door opened and he ran off without looking back, holding onto his side.

She sighed.

About the Author

Valerie writes paranormal and contemporary M/F and M/M erotic romances. She lives in Denver, Colorado with her wonderfully supportive husband and their funny and wise black lab. She's addicted to coffee, crime shows, and reading and writing character-driven romances.

Friday, 1 March 2019

In a post apocalyptic world, werewolves, vampires, and demons have become the dominant species - but only a few human females can carry werewolf babies.

Excerpt

She wrapped her arms around Eli’s
waist and rested her head on his shoulder. When he didn’t so much as give her
hand a squeeze, she felt sick. She’d disappointed the men she loved, and she
hated herself that.

They sped through the empty
streets, still heading north. She tried to ask why they weren’t returning to
Dark Moon Prowler territory, but the wind stole her words. Not that she was
welcome in New Dover anymore.

As they rode, she considered the
day Sable had attacked her. Fighting off a fully turned she-wolf and testifying
at the hearing had drained her. Only when Sable spoke about Eli’s soulmate, he
hadn’t denied it. Or had he? Once her men said they were leaving her to take a
mission, she’d been functioning on autopilot.

Looking back, she’d been wrong
not to share her feelings. If she’d been honest and open, they might have
changed their plans or sent someone else. The look on their faces when she
admitted she’d been making memories for when they left her, haunted her.

They roared through London and
into open countryside. When they pulled into an abandoned farmhouse, chickens
clucked and took flight. Cows roamed the fields, thriving despite the lack of
human attention. Tears welled in Cassie’s eyes and she wept for everything the
world had lost.

Eli pulled up by the gateway. “Stay
on the bike until Dane checks out the house.”

Giving him a squeeze, she sat
back and watched Dane march inside. He returned in minutes. “All clear inside.
There’s food and drink in the kitchen. Let’s set up a perimeter then we can
talk.”

He still sounded hurt. Even Eli
had lost his built-in swagger. Cassie blamed herself for that. “I’ll see what I
can find for us to eat.”

Her werewolves brought their
motorbikes inside and moved furniture to block the doors. There was no casual
touching or stolen kisses, but that added another layer of pain to tumult
inside her. Losing the closeness they’d once shared was killing her.

Finally, Cassie burst out, “I’m
sorry. I was an idiot, and I should have told you what was going on in my head.”

Typically terse, Dane nodded. “Yes,
you should have.”

“We thought you wanted us
forever and always. Instead, you wanted a quickie to distract you and make good
memories,” Eli added.

Blinking hard, she burst out, “You’re
right. I was way out of order, and you should punish me for it. Remember when
you spanked me on the boat after you liberated me from the vampire stronghold?
You said everything was forgotten when it was over. You even took a belt to my
arse. Do it. Whip me with your belts until you can forgive me.”

Her wolves exchanged one of
their telepathic looks and nodded. Eli turned to her, face stern, eyes sad. “A
punishment spanking will hurt more than a spanking for our mutual pleasure.”

The thought of them taking their
belts to her terrified her. Then again, the disappointment written on their
faces was killing her. If it took a strapping to put things right, she’d
welcome it, no matter how much pain it caused her.

As a
breeder--one of the few fertile women left in a ruined, plague-ravaged
world--Cassie would fetch a handsome price at auction, and selling her to the
highest bidder was exactly what her captors had in mind... until two fearsome
beasts decided to take her for themselves.

Eli and Dane have chosen Cassie for their mate,
and when she makes a foolish attempt at escape she quickly ends up tearfully
promising obedience as her bare bottom is soundly and shamefully punished. Her
body's response to their stern dominance cannot be denied, however, and it
isn't long before she is screaming out her intense, helpless pleasure as she is
roughly and thoroughly claimed. But will Eli and Dane's pack accept a human
girl or will Cassie be an outsider forever?

Publisher's Note:Taken as Theirs includes spankings
and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

About Kryssie Fortune

Kryssie lives by the beach and
loses track o

time when she writes. Her days are full of dashing regency
rakes, former soldiers so handsome they make her drool, and the sexiest
werewolves ever. The odd vampire makes it in there too, but when he does, he’s
drop dead gorgeous.

Her pet hates are unhappy endings
and cliff hangers. She guarantees you won’t find either in her books. Her books
sizzle with sensual heat, but story always comes before sex. Even when part of
a series, her books can be read as stand-alone romance.

To Seduce an Omega

Claimed by the Vampire, Seduced by the Werewolf

Giving It UP For The Gods

Dominated by the Dragon

About Me

Kryssie Fortune writes the sort of hot sexy books she loves to read. If she can sneak a dragon into her paranormal books she will. Her paranormal heroes are muscular werewolves, arrogant Fae or BDSM loving dragons. Kryssie likes her contemporary heroes ex-military and dominant. Her heroines are kick ass females who can hold their own against whatever life - or Kryssie - throws at them.

Kryssie's pet hates are unhappy endings, and a series that end on a cliff hanger.Her books are all stand alone even when part of series. Plot always comes before sex, but when her heroines and heroes get together, the sex is explosive and explicit. One review called it downright sensual.